My cruelly green and orange, gold speckled eyes never blink. Merciful and sad eyes for the whole world. I spark a hostile reaction wherever I go. I know that your infernal idols and phony materialism and riches offer no real pleasure or paradise. Evil is a perverse, living thing. It's how morning eyes sink slowly into a dying realm, Satan speaks through your mouth; a mouth that will spit up batteries, keys, nails, plastic figures and metal chains. It's an unequal battle, and it's indelible that you should kiss the crucifix while you still can.